A part of her was a little disappointed to be robbed of more stimulating conversation but for the most part she was happy to gloat at her friend's pitiful progress at catching a husband. Certainly it would be catching one for the likes of Bellona, she'd have to trap a man if she wanted one of good standing for every eligible bachelor would surely run from such a match. She did bristle a little at the mention of her societal involvement, however, while it might make her husbandless plight look even worse Tig felt it as a dig at her own lacking social life.
Tig decided to stick to her own interests rather than encourage Bellona to expound upon her oh so many balls and parties. "There must be someone you're interested in, were none of your dance partners pleasing?" Whatever her friend's response there had to be a jibe in there somewhere subtle or otherwise. "You know I won't tell a soul." Unless it suited her to do so.
Tig decided to stick to her own interests rather than encourage Bellona to expound upon her oh so many balls and parties. "There must be someone you're interested in, were none of your dance partners pleasing?" Whatever her friend's response there had to be a jibe in there somewhere subtle or otherwise. "You know I won't tell a soul." Unless it suited her to do so.
